Democracy is when you’re thirsty
And you long for a cool cup of juice
And the grocer says “We’ve only got soy milk
“Or Wd-40. You choose.”
Democracy is when you’re thirsty
And you long for a cool cup of juice
And the grocer says “We’ve only got soy milk
“Or Wd-40. You choose.”
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Just stand here and look around
And see the zombies, hear the sound…
You’ll be ok. The only failing
Is if you trip over the railing.
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True story: I was curious about how ChatGPT accesses websites or uploaded information to imitate the style of a particular writer. Thinking myself as an unknown, I did an experiment, asking it to “Write a poem in the style of a post from thedailytravesty.com”.
To my delight and horror, it actually nailed it!
Here’s what it gave me:
In a world of whimsy and satire,
Where absurdity sets hearts on fire.
TheDailyTravesty, a realm so wild,
Where laughter reigns, a mischievous child.
A headline screams in bold font,
“Potato UFOs invade Vermont!”
With spuds in spacesuits, a cosmic twist,
Satirical tales, impossible to resist.
Politicians dance in a jester’s jig
As pundits ponder, their brains do dig.
A carnival of words, a linguistic spree,
TheDailyTravesty, where all is free.
Unicorns debate economic strife,
While Bigfoot hosts a talk show rife.
Conspiracies thrive in comic glee,
A kaleidoscope of absurdity.
Aliens pen op-eds on earthly trends,
Sasquatch critiques the latest fashion blends.
Oh, the whimsical world of satire’s delight,
Where reality takes an ironic flight.
So, visit the site, let laughter soar,
TheDailyTravesty, forevermore.
In a realm of humor, where jesters play,
A post-a-day keeps the gloom away.
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I’m writing another book
For Valentine’s Day this year
But I also hate advertising
So yeah… I was never here.
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New year, new you?
You do that too?
So that makes two
Of us. Who knew!
New year, new me
Is how I see
My future will be
Until January 3.
Then new year’s old
Or so I’m told
So I’ll put on hold
My plans so bold.
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If everyone had nuclear missiles
And lacked all self control
The internet would be a more peaceful place
And that is a most noble goal.
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If you make a very realistic movie
About a very unpleasant reality
You’ll make a very terrible piece of art
That will inevitably do well on IMDB.
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It’s fun to be “Big Brother”
When you use your security cam
To watch your kitty on the couch
When you’re away visiting the fam.
It’s funny to spy on kitty
Even though kitty mostly sleeps.
I’ve realized my life is drama free…
And also perhaps we’re creeps?
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When vision of the kingdom darkens
A call to rest echoes in halls of men.
The comforts of the evening nether harken
For to lengthy sleep we’re called again.
We shall not argue with the calling;
We shall not raise a blade to fight;
Instead our bodies start their falling
Into the cold embrace of night.
“Must this end in such a manner”
Asks my voice, naive and weak.
“Obey my call”, says the lady of the manor
And so follows the man, exhausted, meek.
Thus was my evening when my wife said
“Turn off Return of the King and come to bed.”
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My wifey loves me uber much.
She said that I am cute.
She called me such a such and such
And catcalled my patoot.
She thinks my face is epic
And my body makes her flustered
And she’s making me a sandwich
With only mayonnaise and mustard.
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